Speaking of February, there are many things worthy of attention.
In early February, students in third grade and above can go to Hogsmeade. In the middle of February, there is a Quidditch match, this time between the Gryffindor team and the Slytherin team. At the end of the month, there is also a selection match for the Wizards Club.
Of course, this last one is just a make-up.
Time is like a lame old man, slowly entering February amid the urging of countless students.
Of course, not all students want time to pass faster. Albert is one of them. He has always felt that time is a little short of time recently, and he has less and less time to be lazy.
I really wish there was a time turner.
However, the time consumed by the time turner is actually counted on the user. If the time turner is used too frequently to return to the past, the user's lifespan will be reduced.
Albert was considering whether to put all the bad things in his life aside.
Because there are so many old friends, he basically needs to write a letter every day, and there are still many things in his notebook that have not been completed.
Isobel was right, she was indeed too greedy. If it weren't for the skill panel, I would have been overwhelmed by all the things and driven crazy. Hermione in third grade is the best example.
Forget it, now is not the time to stop and rest, accumulate more capital while you are young, and when you have enough capital, you can live the life you want.
"It will be almost done in another year or two."
As for Voldemort's problem, Albert has never been worried.
After all, with the tall savior Potter on his side, all he needs to consider is how to use Voldemort's affairs to benefit himself.
After all, the days when Voldemort ruled the wizarding world were the darkest times for the wizarding world and Britain. Chaos meant opportunities.
Albert took out a small notebook and wrote down what he thought of. This notebook was almost used up again.
He flipped through it, sighed softly, put the notebook back into his pocket, and then checked the homework he had just finished. Then he began to prepare a letter to Mundungus Fletcher and ask him to make an appointment with him next time in Hogsmeade.
Meet at the Three Broomsticks.
Albert really needs the pelts from the swamp digger. The mandrake that he stuffed into the salt a few months ago has been there for several months. It won't be long before it will be completely transformed into a dark magic item. By then,
You need the fur of a swamp digger to restrain it, otherwise even Albert would not dare to rashly process this black magic item for a second time, lest he would be unlucky too.
Mundungus Fletcher's reply arrived quickly. He probably didn't want the fur from the swamp digger to fall on his hands. However, from the lines of the letter, it was not difficult to see that the guy still wanted to be killed.
A meal for Albert's wallet.
Do you really treat me like a child?
Albert couldn't help laughing, and threw the parchment into the fireplace. He watched the flames burn the paper to ashes, with a strange smile on his face.
"Albert's smile is so scary." The lazy George happened to look up and saw this scene. He couldn't help but shudder. He touched Fred next to him with his elbow and motioned him to look in Albert's direction.
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"I don't know who's going to be unlucky!" Fred muttered quietly.
"Would you like to go to Hogsmeade next time?" Albert looked around to make sure there was no one around, then asked in a low voice.
"Go, why don't you go." Lee Jordan said without raising his head. He had just celebrated Christmas and his pockets were still bulging.
"Is that a letter from the thief?" Fred felt like he had guessed the answer.
"Well, it seems that he hasn't given up on killing me yet. If the negotiation breaks down..." Albert sneered, "I'll rob him, or buy and sell him by force."
"Isn't this...not good?" Li Jordan put down the quill in his hand and looked at Albert worriedly. Although he was often naughty and liked to violate school disciplines, Li Jordan was still essentially a
Good people.
"It's indeed not very good." Albert did not deny this. "However, Mundungus Fletcher is not a good person either. That guy is a professional liar and thief, and he also works part-time as a black marketeer. He has done a lot of things.
It's a rare and shameful hookup. If the other party doesn't want to make a good deal, there's no need to be too polite to him."
"For a bad guy, Albert is right, and I don't think you need to be too polite." Fred and George looked at each other, lowered their voices and asked: "How are you going to deal with this matter."
"A Disembodiment Curse, a Stunning Curse, and a Forgetting Curse." Albert naturally knew what to do, and he was not worried that he would fail. Some things, whether calculated mentally or not, are really difficult for you to guard against.
Perhaps Mundungus Fletcher was a very cautious guy, but he would never have imagined that the one he thought was a fat sheep was trying to rob him.
In his previous life, Albert thought he was a very moral person, and even if things fell apart, he would never have had such an idea.
In this life, with the help of plug-ins, he has mastered magical magic, and after more than ten years of being influenced by capitalism, the moral values of his previous life have long been pushed into the corner.
To put it more immorally: the primitive accumulation of capital has always been cruel and bloody.
"Look at Mundungus Fletcher's choice and decide how to handle this matter."
Fred and George didn't have a good impression of Mundungus, so they agreed with Albert's opinion. Lee Jordan also agreed, and Albert didn't intend to go too far.
"What are you discussing?" Shanna walked over, still holding books borrowed from the library.
"We are discussing the wizard card." Albert casually brought up the topic, and the three people next to him were not surprised and agreed casually.
"By the way, have you heard about it?"
"What did you hear?" Fred asked curiously.
"There is a monster hidden in the Forbidden Forest." Shanna reminded in a low voice, "In the afternoon, while someone was protecting magical biology on the outside of the Forbidden Forest, they heard a terrifying beast roar."
"Forbidden forest, beast roar?" Albert immediately thought of Hagrid's Lu Wei.
"Maybe Hagrid raised some dangerous animals in the Forbidden Forest." Fred said jokingly.
"Should we go in and see what kind of monster it is?" George's eyes flickered with curiosity as he continued, "We can go with Hagrid. He will take care of this matter."
It seems that George's head is not too stupid.
In just half a day, strange rumors began to circulate in the school, that there were dangerous magical creatures deep in the Forbidden Forest and coming to the outside.
Rumors spread everywhere that Professor Kettlebo was planning to move most of his classes to the lawns next to the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts.
